The boys get out of there

"So," Ethan began shrewdly.

Cedric briefly glanced over and had to stop himself from staring. Ethan had made himself utterly comfortable, as usual - his arms stretched and placed behind the headrest, right ankle over the top of his left knee. His abs were on full display and his pecs tensed as he stretched his back. He projected an air of utmost confidence, which definitely added to the allure of the image. Cedric gulped and his stomach reproduced the familiar sort of flopping sensation it got whenever he saw Ethan naked, memory desperately trying to catalogue the way every muscle moved and rippled under the sunlight shining in from the window even as he focused his eyes back on the road. Next to him, Ethan grinned knowingly as he saw the beginnings of a tent in Cedric's shorts.

"So what?" Cedric said hoarsely, not making eye contact.

"I know you," Ethan said. "There was something you weren't telling Adrian earlier."

"You know me too well."

Ethan waggled his eyebrows, head nodding towards Cedric's shorts. "Bet you're dying to know me just as well."

"Fuck off, you fucking cocktease. Don't tempt me." Cedric certainly had received plenty of headaches from Ethan, who delighted in teasing Cedric. Once, he'd accidentally snorted his coffee when Ethan deepthroated a banana while winking at him. It took an entire day before his breath stopped smelling of coffee.

"Not my fault you can't keep your eyes off me."

"It is when you're practically showing off. Do you have some sort of exhibitionist kink or something?"

"Says the person who decided to stay naked and ended up tied to a fence in broa-" Cedric winced, and Ethan realized he'd touched a sore spot.

"Sorry. No, this sexy body's for your eyes only. Oh, and for my girlfriends, of course."

"Glad to know I rank higher than your various girlfriends."

"Still straight, sorry. I definitely appreciate the ego boost, though."

"You're an evil piece of shit. One of these days you'll get what's coming to you."

"Thank you," Ethan bowed with a flourish. "I eagerly await your devious plan."

"Fuck off."

"But back to the topic," Ethan said, the smile falling from his face. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Naturally, Ethan had picked up on his reticence with some of the earlier details.

"Yeah, well. I didn't say it because I didn't know if he'd believe me. I don't know if you'll believe me. Hell, I don't even think I'd have believed myself if I didn't experience it."

"Experience what?"

Cedric stayed silent for a moment.

"I think Ivan was right. We probably pissed off some sort of ghost last night."

"Come on, ghosts aren't a thing. What makes you say that?"

"... I..." There really was no easy way to say it. "It... uh... kind of..."

"... mhm?"

"... fucked me?"

"WHAT?!"

Cedric cringed. "It's hard to..."

"... I think you'd better stop the car and explain it properly."

---

A few minutes later

"You must be joking."

"Completely serious."

"Come on, Cedric, ghosts aren't real!"

"You tell that to my ass!"

"Well, I'd say your ass was hallucinating! Or whatever the touch version of that is. Are you sure this wasn't a fever dream after staying out in the rain all night or anything? This just doesn't make any sense!" Ethan protested indignantly. "What, were the weather and the trees in on it, too?!"

"A... you know what? That would actually make sense. And it happened right after we did that shit with the grave, so it fits."

Ethan snorted. "How are you even suddenly so accepting of this idea? Look, I trust you, Cedric, and you're one of the most rational people I know, but no, none of what you said makes even the slightest bit of sense. Come on, Cedric, the trees have been there forever. They didn't suddenly just up and decide to instantaneously grow thorns to steal our clothes. And the weather can change at the drop of a hat. And it was just coincidence that it happened all at the same time."

"And I just imagined something going up my ass?"

"I don't know, maybe you had your finger buried up there and that's why the church guy thought you were such a pervert."

Cedric didn't understand why Ethan was so dead-set in his beliefs (or lack thereof). He knew what he'd felt and knew what he'd experienced, and Ethan's refusal to believe him was getting on his nerves. "Doubt me all you want. It's probably going to get you soon enough too."

"Okay, fine," Ethan said. "Let's say for a moment I believe you. How does that even work anyway? How can it even have any sort of physical presence and touch you, but yet you can't even feel it with your own hands?"

"I don't know! If I knew how ghosts worked I'd be a millionaire or something!"

"Well, how did it even feel like, then?"

"Honestly... it... actually felt kinda good? Freaky as fuck, but it actually... well, aside from the whole... whatever happened back there... it was the best fuck I'd ever had."

Ethan' jaw dropped. "Cedric? Are you hearing yourself right now? A day ago ghosts weren't a thing, and now you're talking about how well they fucked your ass? Are you feeling okay?" Ethan pressed a palm to Cedric's head.

"Fuck off," Cedric muttered, batting Ethan's hand away. "I knew you wouldn't believe me. Why do you keep refusing to admit that maybe I'm right?"

"Because none of this makes sense!"

"Ghosts don't make sense!" Cedric's mood was darkening; the arguing annoyed him, especially as it seemed that Ethan was questioning his sanity, and he was absolutely clear about what had happened. It appeared unlikely that Ethan was going to change his mind - at least, until the ghosts got him, too.

"Fine," Ethan gave up, too. "I know I'm not going to be able to change your mind. Maybe we'll - AAAHH!!!"

Cedric jumped in his seat, startled by Ethan's sudden yell. "What the fuck was that for, Ethan?"

"Feels like something warm just groped my dick." The blood was draining from Ethan's face.

"Ah," Cedric said in vindication. "Perhaps now you'll listen."

"Cedric?" Ethan asked with something approaching panic in his voice.

"Yes, Ethan?" If Cedric's voice sounded a little more saccharine than it should have been... well, Cedric thought savagely. He didn't believe me. Serves him right.

"It's... it's grabbing my balls now... what the fuck do I do?!" Ethan cupped his balls trying to protect them, but from his dismayed exclamation, it had no effect.

"Come on, Ethan," Cedric snarked. "Ghosts aren't real."

"It... it's stroking my dick..." Ethan watched, his mind caught halfway between horror and amazement as his cock started to grow. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I really can't believe this is happening." He grabbed his own shaft. "Oh god, I can't feel what's touching me, this is fucked UP!!" Ethan voice jumped about an octave, his other hand flying to his nipple. "Fuck m - NO, I DIDN'T MEAN THAT!"

Cedric stared avidly, his own cock soon straining against his pants. His hand rested on his crotch and had already unconsciously begun to knead. After the argument earlier... well, a not so insignificant part of his mind liked the idea of watching Ethan get his comeuppance while he just watched.

It had absolutely nothing to do with seeing Ethan, a guy with a body more sexy than Michelangelo's David, get fucked.

(At least, that was what Cedric told himself.)

"Cedric, you'd better not be thinking what I think you're thinking!" Ethan had obviously spotted his arousal. His hands scrabbled over his body, fruitlessly attempting to chase off the ghost even as his impressive member quickly hit its maximum length and girth, pointing directly forwards.

"Don't worry, Ethan. Your dick is just hallucinating."

"Oh my god, HELP ME!" Ethan's hands scrabbled over his body, trying to get rid of whatever was attacking him, but it had absolutely no effect.

"You're just having a fever dream right now."

"I was wrong! Now STOP throwing my words BACK at me!" Ethan's voice rose in pitch again as he jumped.

"How are you suddenly so accepting of this idea?" Cedric continued, blithely ignoring Ethan's admission.

"Because it's - AAAAH! FUCK!" Ethan cried as he shot to his feet, his head bumping into the roof as his firm glutes desperately clenched and his hands clamped over his pale butt. "NO! DON'T GO THERE!" Cedric silently admired the way his supple, well-defined rear tensed, and had to prevent himself from reaching out to give it a squeeze.

"Maybe it's just your finger buri-"

"I'm sorry, okay?! You were right and I shouldn't have doub- AAAGGH! Oh fuuuuck..."

"Maybe now you'll listen to me when I say I'm really sure about something?"

"Yes, yes, okay, yes! Now how do I make this stop?!" Ethan's hands were rotating between ass, nipples and shaft, completely at a loss about what to do.

"Fuck if I know. I was tied up, remember?"

"When did it - a-a-a-ahh..." Ethan's question trailed off into an involuntary moan. "When did... when did it... stop?!"

"When I got jerked off by those jerks."

"... oh... shit... fuck?!"

"Ethan?"

"Cedric?" Ethan asked, a tinge of fear and insecurity creeping into his voice. "Mmmm... why... why does this feel... kinda good?!" he asked weakly.

"Ethan? Are you hearing yourself right now? Just ten minutes ago -"

"Ced, I know I was being an ass, I shouldn't have doubted you, I'll make it up to you, okay?! Now PLEASEEEE EXPLAIN!"

"What's there to explain?"

"My ASS is having an EXISTENTIAL CRISIS - a-a-a-ahhhhh..." Ethan's protest was cut off as his voice trailed off into another moan.

"Oh," Cedric realized. "It's just your p-spot. Don't worry. You'll be fine."

"My p-what?!"

"It's the prostate. It's like a g-spot but for guys. Unless you've suddenly developed a craving for dicks in your hands, your ass, or your mouth, you're still straight. Plenty of straight guys do it."

Ethan moaned again, his breath hitching in his chest. "So... so... If I want it to leave me the fuck alone... I gotta let someone jerk me off until I cum?" His voice, confused and breathy, readily betrayed his mental state - one of not having wanted it to happen and perhaps not wanting it to continue, but also not sure about wanting it to end.

Cedric gave it some thought. "Well, you could probably jerk off yourself, but if you want my help, all you have to do is ask..." he wondered hopefully. His hopes were dashed as Ethan's hands quickly wrapped around his shaft.

"Uh... no offense, Ced, I just - a-a-ahhh - need this over quickly for now...?"

"Uh, okay... WAIT. Does that mean you'd be...?" But Ethan had already lost track of the conversation, one hand sliding up and down his manhood, the other caressing his balls, already moaning.

Damn, that's fucking hot, Cedric thought, absently noting that he had been leaking for a while already, maybe even since he'd started driving. One hand had dived into his pants before he realized it, and the other made its way under his shirt. The car was soon filled with the sounds of both boys nurturing their erections, Cedric's slow, deep breaths juxtaposed against Ethan's shallow, erratic, nearly uncontrolled ones. However, where Ethan was only focused on his own journey, Cedric was also keenly aware of the way Ethan's body wriggled about, the rippling muscles on his lithe frame catching his eye.

God damn, this ghost must have been some sort of sex expert while alive.

... I can't believe that thought just went through my head.

The car was comfortably warm, both boys sweating gently as the sun overhead quickly reached its zenith. Cedric grunted as he stroked, one hand lightly coated in pre. He mashed his taint against the car seat while the other hand drew tiny circles around his anus, the soft tickling sending ripples of heat through his groin. In the seat beside him, Ethan was sliding up and down, body trembling as he impaled himself upon his invisible intruder, releasing small, helpless-sounding whimpers that sent shivers of pleasure through Cedric's spine. The car vibrated as both boys moved, a strange sort of resonance created by their individual actions - one acting to bring himself to orgasm for the second time that day, the other reacting to the unknown **** that was helping him achieve what would probably be the most intense orgasm of his life. Their groans got louder and louder until they were fully within the grasp of their arousal...

"I'm... I'm gonna cum..."

Neither of them knew who uttered the phrase first or whether they'd done it at the same time, but within seconds of each other, they both erupted, their voices melding into an uncertain duet - together yet separate. Ethan's cum rocketed forwards, splashing off the glove compartment, while Cedric's flew up and hit the windshield, where some of it started to slide down the glass, and the rest dripped back down onto the shirt Adrian had lent him. Spent, they both sagged back into their seats, moist and damp from the sweat they had produced.

"Fuck..." Ethan exhaled as his breaths returned to normal. "Oh, good. It stopped." Cedric remained silent, watching the last bit of Ethan's cum dribble down onto the car seat beneath. He looked up to see Ethan staring at him tiredly.

"You look really sexy while being fucked," Cedric chuckled.

Ethan gave a wan, teasing smile in return. "I bet you think I always look sexy."

"I could settle for you always being fucked," Cedric joked.

"No, thank you. Once is more than enough for now. That being said, I think I can kinda see why you like taking it up the ass. I guess."

"How's your existential crisis?"

"I'm still a bit... I don't know. I mean, I know you said something about butt stuff but I feel like I need some time to..." Ethan struggled. "... to think about it."

"Oh, you might not be straight after all?" Cedric teased.

"You wish. No, I mean it felt surprisingly good but I still felt like I did something a bit... I don't know."

"Well, like I said. Liking 'butt stuff' doesn't make you not straight or anything." One side of Cedric's lip quirked up. "As much as I wish it did."

Ethan reached out and poked Cedric in the cheek. "Dream on."

"Dude, you have cum on your finger!"

"And you have cum on your face."

"No thanks to you!"

"Let's be real, you've probably wondered about how it tastes."

Cedric blushed. "Well..."

"I knew it." Ethan raised his hand to Cedric's lips. "Open up!"

"No!" Cedric protested. Unfortunately, that didn't stop Ethan from smearing cum onto his lips.

"ETHAN!"

Ethan grinned. "So? Do I taste as good as you thought I would?"

"Fuck off," Cedric coughed, his face a flaming scarlet.

"I'm hurt, Ced. Really."

"Bastard."

"Anyway, let's get back to the dorm, yeah? As good as it felt, I don't think I want to go around with this ghost looming over us. We need to find a solution. Maybe an exorcism."

"If I were feeling less nice, you'd be needing to find a new car and some new clothes."

"Yes, but I'm your best friend and you love me, so you won't. Anyway, as I was saying, it's gonna get really hard to have to jerk off before we go out, or go to class, or do anything... can you imagine having to run out of an exam for a quick wank?"

"Or imagine if one day cumming doesn't work and it continues fucking you anyway. Or if it strikes in the middle of one of your basketball games."

Ethan shuddered. "Oh, man, I have absolutely no interest in being fucked to ****. Let's go back. Then see if we can figure out how to get rid of this ghost thing."